Showing posts with label The Book of Me Written By You. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

"What's in your bag/pocket?"

Copyright 2014, CABS for Reflections From the Fence


This blog post  is part of my participation in a weekly writing meme called, "The Book of Me, Written By You"  You too can be part of this experiment/experience, there is more information here, and at this Facebook page.

I may or may not publicly share what I write each week. This week I share.

Week 29, the prompt is: "Whats in your bag/pocket?"

Do you routinely carry a bag or holdall?
What do you carry?
Why do you carry it?
What do you carry it in?
Do you carry differently things on specific days or to specific places?

Here I am ready for a day trip (Sony Too, the camera is in the truck, if we were out hiking or visiting a new place, Sony Too would be hanging round my neck.)

The little Baggallini purse/bag is my everyday purse. It is wonderful in research libraries, and is one of the reasons I began using a fanny pack years ago. This Baggallini is old, not sure how old, but old. Baggallini products are pricey and worth every penny you spend on them. They just keep going and going and going. No more "purses" for this gal. Due to the size, I am limited to a small amount of change, cards of identity and of course, cards for the research libraries and a few paper $$.

(Note the next two things were not asked about in this prompt, but, that I am going to address them anyway.  

I have the truck keys hanging from my belt. Sure Man has a set of keys, as he usually drives. A significant fear of getting locked OUT of Jolly the truck keeps my set of keys on the belt loop. Just in case.

I also have my phone hooked on the belt. Gotta have the connectivity close at hand.)

The blue back pack is one of several pack packs I own, the one I happened to be using this day.


And, just what is in that backpack? Well, the iPad, the small back up external hard drive for the computer and gorilla type tripod for the camera. Also, usually lurking around in one of the backpacks will be napkins, pens and pencils, power bars and other stuff that I can never do without, but, rarely use??

I rarely leave home without the iPad these days. And, I am not comfortable leaving it in the vehicle, heat and bad dudes could make my day miserable, eh?? So, if I take the iPad I take a backpack. Besides, you never know when you are going to need a recipe, a map, need to surf the web trying to get the answer to burning questions like "What are the 10 most visited places around Tampa?" or take a look at the family tree while you are out and about. 

The external hard drive holds all my data files and is updated daily.  If I change a file, it is changed on the little hard drive.  I carry it with me due to more paranoia.  I do not use a lot of "cloud" backups, and if something horrible would happen back at Tana or even our stick built home, I can replace the computer, I can replace the software, but, I cannot replace the data UNLESS I have a copy of it. I do have several other external hard drives, which are used to write all data files as of the 1st or the 15th of the month, but, they also are in Tana or at the stick built.  Therefore this one little hard drive could in the worst case scenario stand between recovery or not.


Each day brings new and varied activities. I pack for the planned day. Sometimes its a back pack kinda day, sometimes I only take the Baggallini.





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Friday, March 28, 2014

"Cars and Transport"

Copyright 2014, CABS for Reflections From the Fence


This blog post  is part of my participation in a weekly writing meme called, "The Book of Me, Written By You"  You too can be part of this experiment/experience, there is more information here, and at this Facebook page.

I may or may not publicly share what I write each week. This week I share.

Week 27 the prompt is:  Cars and Transport.

Did you have a car in your family whilst you were growing up?
What methods of transport were there? And what did you & your family typically use?
Your Driving Test
Where Did you learn? - Can you drive?
Your first car?
Your Favourite Car?
Do you name your cars?
Can you remember the registration details? And perhaps explain what the registration means.

We always had cars when I was growing up, yes, in fact, for many years, my parents had two cars.  I remember very little about most of them, except, the Metropolitan, which I wrote about here.

Methods of transportation, since we did not live in the city, I am not sure there were any methods available for our use.

My driving test.  GROAN.  OK, the short of it is, the way I remember it, I flunked the first time, something about a stop sign??  Passed the second.  I took private driver's training class during the summer, I believe the public classes were full.

My first car?  My first personal car was a Jeep that my father rented for his business.  Man's first car, a 57 Chevy.  Love the 'no socks' look, don't you?


Man and I had a blue 62 Bel Air Chevy when we were first married. At least that is what he tells me, I have conveniently stored that memory in a non-retrievable memory bank.

Over the years I have been blogging at Reflections, I have written a number of posts on cars:

Sharing a Slice of Life, Get Into My Car, where you can read about the Opal Cadet and the 1986 Ford conversion van.

This was the first "second" car we had after we were married.  A big ole Chevy station wagon.  I loved that car, and it was mine to drive most of the time.  Man did not like it so much, as he felt it had too many mechanical issues.  Did I say, I loved that car??




Below is the 1976 Suburban, which came to us via Man's Mother.  This was one great vehicle, was used for many years for towing and camping and eventually for a beast for the kids to learn to drive in.  And, yep, it saw an accident during that time frame.  Many memories with this vehicle.  

There was the time that 8 of us were traveling from Norfolk Virginia to Charleston South Carolina, Man, his mother, my brother, our 3 kids, my grandmother and moi.  We took the ferry route from Nags Head to Wilmington North Carolina.  And, one of the boys managed to lock the door, with the door open.  Of course, something had to jam and now the door would not shut.  Mom (that would be Moi) was NOT a happy Mom.  Mom (that would be me) freaked!  Brother and Man fixed the door lock, and I think I took a sea sickness pill and slept the rest of the trip to Wilmington.  

I believe this may have been the vehicle that I left running in the garage one very cold winter day, for 6 or more hours.  (Garage was NOT attached to the house and the main garage door was left open.) Yep, I did.  The details are foggy, but there was something about carrying groceries in, 3 sons grabbing my attention with other issues, and my forgetting the car was running.  Yep.  Burnt the transmission fluid up good on that one.  Needless to say, Man was not happy.  Oops.


In 1980 Man bought a Honda, in 1985 he totaled it. He was one lucky dude that day. This could have been much worse. He was not hurt, he had to crawl out the other door, but, not so much as a scrape.


The replacement was a 1982 model, it was driven till it was passed on to one of the sons for his college wheels.  He drove it many, many more miles. (Man's mother smiling at him taking the photo.)


Back to stories told on Reflections:  There is the story of my kinda tricking Man into driving the tunnels on the Needles Highway with Big Butt (the predecessor to Jolly).  Part two is here.

Favorite car?  Honestly I am not sure I had a favorite.  Lots of memories, but, not sure there is a favorite.

Do you name your cars?  Until we got the GM dually truck in 2003 I can never remember naming a vehicle. But, we names that one, Big Butt.   Here is a fun post, telling of the naming of Big Butt, Big WHAT?? - How Big Butt Got His Name - 104th COG.   When Jolly came into our lives, we had a bit of fun picking a name.

Registration details:  We pay the fees mandated by the state we live in.  Nothing exciting, nothing special.




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Wednesday, March 19, 2014

"Favorite Color"

Copyright 2014, CABS for Reflections From the Fence


This blog post  is part of my participation in a weekly writing meme called, "The Book of Me, Written By You"  You too can be part of this experiment/experience, there is more information here, and at this Facebook page.

I may or may not publicly share what I write each week. This week I share.

Week 24 - - The prompt is - Favorite Color
Do you have a favorite color? and if so why?
Do you like vibrant colors or darker colors?

This is very simple to answer, my favorite color is purple, has been for most of my life.  I favor vibrant, rich, dark colors. If it is pink and it is a pale pale pink, I am not impressed.  If it is pink, a deep rich pink, my head turns.  Walk through my house and you will quickly see what I mean.  All the carpets are a dark shade, red, turquoise, royal blue, and yes, I even have a purple room!  I don't seem to have any photos of that with me, so I cannot show you.

Before we start, you just know I had to do a few simple and quick internet searches while I wrote this.  And, yes, indeed, our friend, Wikipedia, has a long, long article on the color purple.  If you scroll down to almost the very bottom you will find three bars, the first says, "Shades of Red', the second says, "Shades of Blue", and the third says, "Shades of Purple".  Look closely, at the far right side of the bars, there is a place to click that says, "Show".  Be sure to click!

I have always loved flowers and purple, violets, like this one, were some of my first purple flowers:


Possibly my favorite garden flower is the Iris, these were two beauties from my flower beds when I was home to care for them.  I have no idea what they look like these days, as we have been gone till late spring several years.


This iris is so deep purple, it is considered black.



Man and I in New York City in May of 1994.  Note, the purple top. 


Another garden favorite are early violas.  These have purple and sunny yellow to make you smile.


Another purple top, the yorkies, all in yorkie heaven now, from the left:  Abigail, Chantilly and Sebastian.


Hanging baskets of petunias in the summer will attract the hummingbirds.  Purple, of course for me.  The hummers prefer red, but, they will take a nip at my purples now and then.


Man, and I, in my purple warm spring/fall jacket, March 2006, Pepe's, on the Rio Grande River near Mission Texas.


These grow along the roadside in late summer and early fall, you might be surprised to learn it is chickory!


And, yes, I must confess I have even painted some of the trim on the stick built home, what else, PURPLE!!






*There were two other parts of the prompt which I have decided to not write about at this time.

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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

"Daily Routines"

Copyright 2014, CABS for Reflections From the Fence


This blog post  is part of my participation in a weekly writing meme called, "The Book of Me, Written By You"  You too can be part of this experiment/experience, there is more information here, and at this Facebook page.

I may or may not publicly share what I write each week. This week I share.

Week 22:  The prompt is - Daily Routine(s)

Do you have a daily routine?
Did your parents? Grandparents?
Why did they (or you ) have this routine?
Where did this routine take place?
Structure - Is this important to you? or your family?

Do I have a daily routine, well, yes and no.  I have pets (the fur kids, Gallagher and Captain Hook, two 15 year old yorkies with old age and health issues), so I have to feed and care for them on a regular schedule.  I have to have my German coffee (a mug full) first thing in the morning, a day that does not start with that specific coffee just never feels right. I have to take my meds and such, those are routine issues.


After the dogs, the coffee and the meds, well, my day may or may not be routine.  Many days are spent right here at the ole computer, working, blogging, researching, computer maintenance, visiting with friends on Facebook.  Man and I cherish our quiet mornings surfing and watching the morning shows on the telie.

Most evenings are spent quietly back at home, whether that is at the stick built or in Tana.  We prefer to not drive at night. Man surfs some, and spends some time watching something on the telie (this is when I bless the inventions of wireless headphones - - for him!).  I spend more time writing, researching, haunting Facebook and more computer stuff.  (Below, the stick built desk/kitchen office, and yep, there is a cup of coffee in my yorkie mug and a photo of a yorkie on the monitor.)


However, if we are in the travel mode, morning means drinking the mug of coffee while packing up Tana, moving down the hard road (my daddy always called it the hard road).  Or, maybe a day trip to a state or national park.  Maybe a lunch date with family and/or friends who live nearby (one of the true joys of our nomadic life style, lunch dates).

As far as the parents and grandparents, yes, I suppose they all had some kind of routine during the years that they worked or ran businesses.  I don't think those routines would be any different than those of all others working and raising families.  Hit the floor running, meals, shopping, laundry, cleaning when it can be fit in, work, work, and work, drop into bed at night.

Structure, is it important??  I believe when you have children that structure is important. Schedules, homework, meals on schedule if possible, good sleeping patterns.  I tried to maintain some structure when our sons were growing up.  Sometimes I was successful, other times - -

Structure in my life now, I suppose since we do seem to have a "routine", we do have "structure".  That said, Man and I seem to specialize in "change our plans, cause we can".  We rarely plan our RV trips, other than, say, hmmm, let's head south, maybe Texas, maybe Arizona, maybe Alabama. OK, we usually do have a destination in mind, but, the specifics are, as we say, written in dust or sea mist.  The specifics are apt to change, sometimes more than once in a day.


Routine, structure, at this point in my life both are made to be broken, and on a good day, the results will be comfort zone stretching, interesting, fun and maybe we will even learn something.


 

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Thursday, January 16, 2014

"The Feeling of Home"

Copyright 2014, CABS for Reflections From the Fence


This blog post  is part of my participation in a weekly writing meme called, "The Book of Me, Written By You"  You too can be part of this experiment/experience, there is more information here, and at this Facebook page.

I may or may not publicly share what I write each week. This week I share.

Week 20:  This week's prompt is  - The feeling of home

Home means different things to different people, so this week we are going to explore what it means to us
What does it feel like?
How do you recognise it?
What makes it home - people, place, time

Home, first thing that comes to mind when I think what does home feel like is SAFE.  It is a safe haven, warm, familiar, welcoming and SAFE!

Home can refer to your birth place, area, or the place of your deep roots.  I was born in Virginia, but, only lived there for 3 years.  I did visit frequently in my youth, as my maternal grandparents lived there, and my paternal grandparents had deep roots there as well.  As an adult I also visited the area, taking my children, introducing them to their heritage as well. As the years went by, my physical reaction to the area became stronger and stronger.  The smell of a lawn weed would bring on waves of memories.  One trip, as I crossed the Mason-Dixon line I almost broke into tears of joy, have to say, that was a bit weird even for me!  But, I felt I was coming home and that was a great feeling.

As a little tyke I lived in the Norfolk Virginia area, and in Raleigh North Carolina.  After our move to SE Michigan I lived in two places, first in Pontiac.  Then, we moved and I spent all of my school years in Waterford.

Man and I have lived in SE Michigan on and off for our entire married lives, with a side of Maryland, Texas, and Morocco tossed in.  (Below, our "villa" in Morocco.)


These days, we are blessed to have two homes, one stick built in SE Michigan and our rolling home, Tana.

Our stick built property has 2 acres, give or take, of swamp land and wooded areas, behind the almost 3 acres that we groom (err, cut).  Late in the 1990's we put in this bridge to get over some mucky areas of the back 2 acres, Carol's folly I call it.  It is quiet there, just to the right of this photo is the swampy area, the ducks and geese love it there, snapping turtles too!  There is evidence of other critters using the bridge.


Our current abode, Jolly and Tana near Tampa Florida.


Home is where the heart is, and it doesn't help to have a comfy bed and your favorite pillow either - -




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Saturday, January 11, 2014

"Toys & Games" and "First Present or Gift"

Copyright 2014, CABS for Reflections From the Fence


This blog post  is part of my participation in a weekly writing meme called, "The Book of Me, Written By You"  You too can be part of this experiment/experience, there is more information here, and at this Facebook page.

I may or may not publicly share what I write each week. This week I share.

Week 17, the prompt is Toys and Games

Can you remember your first toy, or game?
Do you still have it?
Who did you play with?
Did you play board games?
Have you inherited any of your family games & toys?
Share some pictures if you would like to!

AND

Week 18, the prompt is, First Present or Gift

Can you remember it?
Who bought it for you?
Do you still have it?
Pictures or a description
Other special gifts?

I don't actually remember my first toy, but, I suspect it was some fuzzy stuffed animal, most likely a kitty.  As you can see, I toted it around.  My mother tells me I would tote them till they were in tatters, and she would have to replace them as they were so grimy with love.
Do I still have it, well, no.  But, I do have a small collection stuffed animals and dolls and a kitty did find it's way into the collection, a kitty that reminded me of those time, hazy tho the recollections be.  I don't have a photo of the current kitty tho.  Seeing that the kitty is many miles away at this moment there will not be a photo in the near future.

Who did you play with, mostly my brother, who was younger.  Board games, I have no memory of playing board games.  I have faint memories of playing Monopoly, maybe as a teen or young adult.  Our children played board games and sometimes convinced me to join in.  I am not a "game" type of person, I rarely play cards and rarely board games.

I still have my baby doll, she drank from a bottle and then, well, wet herself.  She has a few partial digits missing, her little fingers have quite the case of dry rot.  I believe I must have played hard with her, her painted hair is worn.  The clothes, by the way, are a remake of a prior, and well worn, outfit.  I made this rendition, it is blue because our master bedroom was shades of blue for many years.


I also still have my Toni doll, again, well played with and loved.  I even, oh, dear, hold your breath, sit down,  

CUT HER HAIR!


Toni made a previous appearance on Reflections, you can read about her here.  The dress in this photo was also sewed by me, about the same time as I did the one for the baby doll.

When I was a child, my mother sewed Toni a fairly extensive wardrobe, I wrote about it back in 2010.


This doll and wardrobe were heavily played with.  My mother told me that she always hoped I enjoyed the clothes as much as she did sewing them.  I believe I did.

Prompt 18, First Present or Gift.

I was about 5 years old when I received many outfits for Tony for Christmas, and a photo even survived.


(And, I was wearing a dress!  Gracious!)

My dolls, my favorite childhood toy loaded with great memories.





Friday, January 10, 2014

"Message in a Bottle"

Copyright 2014, CABS for Reflections From the Fence


This blog post  is part of my participation in a weekly writing meme called, "The Book of Me, Written By You"  You too can be part of this experiment/experience, there is more information here, and at this Facebook page.

I may or may not publicly share what I write each week. This week I share.

Week 16, Message in a Bottle:

If you were to physically write or virtually write a message to place into a bottle what would you write?
Do you live by the sea and are able to potentially throw into the Ocean? Or perhaps a river
Do you feel strongly that you would not "litter" in this way - in which case you may complete the task virtually
What would you like to happen with the message?
Do you hope it is picked up somewhere, miles from home?
Are you going to create a secret email account in case it is picked up and someone
Or would you like to write an anonymous note to someone that you know
Or write a message to deceased loved one?

I choose to virtually leave a message.  I would expect no response as it would hopefully be a message of hope, to be contemplated, but no response would be necessary or expected.

My message would be:

May you come to a place in your lives where you can walk away from drama, embrace peace and quiet and the creativity that your soul craves.  Live your dreams, and dare to dream large.

May your days be blessed.

May you be blessed with people who will challenge you to be the best you can be. May you be blessed to meet others who will take you, gently, out of your comfort zones, helping you to grow.

May you be surrounded by people who love you and support you.

May you be in such a wonderful place in your life that you can return the support and the love offered to you.

Be healthy.

Be happy.




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Tuesday, January 7, 2014

"Snow"

Copyright 2014, CABS for Reflections From the Fence




This blog post  is part of my participation in a weekly writing meme called, "The Book of Me, Written By You"  You too can be part of this experiment/experience, there is more information here, and at this Facebook page.

I may or may not publicly share what I write each week. This week I share.

Week 15:  This week’s prompt is Snow

Do you live in area where you routinely have snow?
How old were you when you first saw snow?
Do you remember it?
Did you make snowmen?
Throw Snowballs
Sledge Rides
What is the image that first came to mind when you read snow?
What does snow feel like, smell like
How do you see snow?

I suppose it seems somehow appropriate to be posting this during a week of horrific snow and cold.  Back in SE Michigan at our stick built they have about 18 inches of snow, there were road closures because there were 3 to 4 foot drifts.  One of our sons sent this photo from his back yard.  Somewhere under that pile is a table.


Do you live in area where you routinely have snow?  I have lived most of my life in SE Michigan, and yes, we routinely have snow, sometimes in October and sometimes in late April, and always in between.

How old were you when you first saw snow?  Since I lived my first three years in Virginia, I would have to guess I may have seen some there, but, for sure, when we moved to Michigan.

Do you remember it? I do not remember a specific "first" snow.

Did you make snowmen?  Oh, yes.  And, taught our children and even the grandtwins.

Throw Snowballs.  MMMM, yes.  I don't have that great a throwing arm, but, ya, a few snowballs.

Sledge Rides.  Yes, some of my strong memories of winter and my childhood.  Pulling the sled by it's rope up the hills.  Sledding down, holding on for dear life.  I went net searching for a photo of a sled like we had as children.  This page had the best photo I saw, the first photo.

We were blessed with a good snow one year when the grandtwins were small and took them for their first sled ride in our yard.  The blessing came in that the temps hovered near freezing, maintaining the snow pack, but, not so bitter cold that we could not enjoy our romp.


What is the image that first came to mind when you read snow?  Many images that come to mind when first I think snow are those of the beauty, and it is beautiful as long as I don't have to drive in it.  Here is one of our pond, there had been a wind event too, as evidenced by the limbs down on the ground.  This photo brings quietness and peace to my soul.


Then there is this image of the fur kids:


And there is this image of our custom van and the Layton travel trailer parked near Gaylord Michigan where we could cross country ski.  This was the morning after a pretty good blizzard type storm.  The snow was "imbedded" into the trunks of the pine trees from the wind driven snow.  When the wind stopped, the snow continued for hours more, piling up on the limbs.  One of the most fabulous sights I can remember.  Gosh, I liked snow and cold then.  Yep, you read it here.


What does snow feel like, smell like.  It feels wet and cold. When it is deep it is difficult to trudge through. When there is not a lot of it, it can be slick, and you can fall.  When it is that kind of snow that is more like little ice shards, and it is blowing hard, it cuts, it hurts your face.  Smell??  Maybe, fresh?

How do you see snow?  I suppose to be honest my days of infatuation with all things snow are pretty much over.  The coldness hurts.  I am concerned about falling.  I don't care to drive in it, because so many other drivers are, well, crazy, wild and willing to risk life and limb.  I'm rather fond of life and limb these days.  So, I suppose I see snow as something to escape.

Below:  Man plowing Tana and the original Big Butt out, January 2005.  Escape followed soon after - -


For now, at this time and place in my life, this is the memory of snow I like to keep, but, not experience.  Out of focus, gently snow covered, quiet - -





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